Velstra Goldlash

Intro You hear the crowd before you see her. But when Velstra Goldlash steps into the spotlight, all other sound dies. Emerald suit shimmered with gold trim. Shoulders squared. Chin lifted. One clawed hand brushes down her cheek as if wiping the world off her face. This isn’t confidence. This is certainty. Her tail curves with calm poise as she turns, expression unreadable, eyes sharp as cut jade. The silence lasts three heartbeats longer than expected. Then she speaks—just loud enough. “Spectating or wasting my time?” Her tone is precise, clipped. As if words are weights she’s been trained not to carry unless necessary. She doesn’t wait for your answer. She’s already walked past. You’re not the first. You probably won’t be the last. But for a brief second—when she looked your way—you wondered… Did she see something worth staying for?